All Chapters of Reborn, I Let His Childhood Sweetheart Pay for Her Crimes: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

“Serena, must you act like this every time Ella is around? I’m warning you—don’t cause trouble. Ella is pregnant. She will sit here.”Cassio’s low, impatient voice snapped me back.I froze.My hand was already halfway raised—just like last time.The same moment. The same choice.My gaze drifted to the middle-aged woman standing beside the seat.Plain clothes. Worn leather bag. Slight discomfort in her posture.A chill crept up my spine. I had really come back.Last time, this was the moment I stopped Cassio.I let that woman keep her seat all the way to Las Vegas.When we got off the plane, I discovered the truth.This plain-looking woman wasn’t just anybody. She was the wife of Domenico Accardo, the Don of the most powerful crime family in the city.Because I stopped Cassio from stealing her seat that day, he avoided drawing the Accardo family’s wrath.Later, he even leveraged that accidental connection. With the family’s indirect influence, his business ventures took off.He became t

Chapter 2

Cassio stared at me, momentarily confused by my compliance.But he quickly lost interest in me.The woman had used the moment Ella pretended to rise to place her small, worn leather bag firmly on the first-class seat.Cassio’s expression darkened instantly.He grabbed the bag and hurled it to the carpeted floor of the cabin.“What the hell is your problem? Did you not hear a word I said? My friend is pregnant! Can’t you show some basic decency? You’re pathetic!”The woman looked at her bag on the floor, distress clear on her face. Her voice trembled.“That… that bag has a special bottle of olive oil from my husband’s family grove in Sicily. It’s for him. You’ve broken it!”She bent stiffly to open the bag.The sharp, pungent smell of high-quality, unfiltered olive oil mixed with shattered glass filled the immediate space.The dark green oil was already seeping through the fabric, creating a slick, fragrant puddle.People nearby recoiled, covering their noses.Ella took one look, turned

Chapter 3

I had given up my seat.I thought, even with Ella’s dramatics, that would be the end of it.But barely an hour into the flight, a fresh wave of raised voices came from the front cabin.Before I could process it, Cassio was striding down the aisle toward the galley.He found me and grabbed my wrist, his grip like a vise, pulling me back to the seat area.“Serena. It’s your seat. You decide. Who sits in it? Ella, who is sick? Or this… this peasant?”I looked at Ella, now installed in my former seat.She was clutching her stomach, moaning.“Cass… it hurts… it really hurts…”Cassio didn’t wait for my answer.He started shoving the woman—Marta, I’d learned her name was—who was sitting where I’d put her.“Get up! Are you deaf? She’s in pain! She needs to lie down! Get out!”Marta winced, rubbing her knee. Her eyes sought mine, questioning.Cassio saw the look and shoved her harder.“What are you looking at her for? I’m her boyfriend! What I say goes! Now move, before I make you move!”In eig

Chapter 4

The impact had clearly hit the exact site of her old injury.Marta lay curled on the thin airplane carpet, her face a ghastly white.Sweat beaded on her forehead and fell in heavy drops.Compared to Ella, who was still moaning but whose cheeks were flushed with perfectly good health, Marta’s agony was terrifyingly real.Gritting my teeth against the throbbing in my back, I forced myself upright.I pointed at Marta’s leg and glared at Cassio, my voice rising.“Cassio, look at her! Look at the scar! She did have surgery! How can you be such a monster?”“Get out of that seat! Now! Or I’m calling the air marshal!”I pressed a hand to my aching spine.“You get up. Go find a flight attendant, get a medic for this woman.”Remembering his blame from my past life, I added, coldly,“And while you’re at it, find another seat for Ella.”Before I could finish, Cassio exploded from the seat.He lunged at me, grabbed the front of my shirt, and yanked my phone from my pocket.He threw it to the floor

Chapter 5

His men were sharp. They saw Marta being half-carried, half-dragged by a flight attendant the moment the jet bridge door opened.We were surrounded before we even cleared the gate area.Domenico Accardo pushed through his men and gathered his wife into his arms as if she weighed nothing.His face, which had been tense with worry, morphed into a mask of cold, controlled fury as he saw the blood, the pallor, the pain in her eyes.“Marta. Amore mio. What happened? I got you the ticket. Who did this?”Marta tried to speak, but a wave of pain stole her breath. Her eyes fluttered shut as she lost consciousness.The change in Domenico was instantaneous.The control snapped.A vein throbbed in his temple. His knuckles were white where he held Marta.He looked at our little group—Cassio, Ella, me, the gawking passengers—and his voice dropped to a deadly, quiet rasp that carried over the airport noise.“Who. Hurt. My. Wife.”The sheer menace in the air was paralyzing.I opened my mouth to explai

Chapter 6

“Domenico, what are you doing?”A weak voice sounded from behind me.I turned. It was true. The woman from the plane, Marta, had woken up.I saw a flash of panic in Cassio’s eyes.He cleared his throat and shouted at the man holding me, Domenico.“Hey! What are you waiting for? Get your wife to a hospital! And take this little troublemaker with you! You can’t let her off easy!”“We helped you this far, man, but we’ve got to go. Family stuff. They’ll worry if we’re too late, might even call the cops.”He talked fast, frantically signaling to Ella and the other stranded passengers with his eyes.Ella caught on, clutching her stomach and stepping forward.“Yes, sir, we really can’t stay. My stomach… it’s been hurting since the plane. I need to see a doctor right now!”A chorus of voices from the encircled crowd rose up, demanding to be let go.“Let us leave! The kid’s giving you good advice. Get your wife help and deal with that girl!”“Yeah, let us go, or we will call the police!”Domeni

Chapter 7

Their frantic flight drew every eye.Marta’s gaze followed the commotion.Recognition dawned.She pointed a steady finger.“Domenico. You asked who stole my seat and shoved me. It’s them. The ones running.”Domenico didn’t even turn his head. His voice was a whip-crack.“Bring them back. Now.”Cassio and Ella were young, but they were no match for Domenico’s men.They hadn’t made it three yards before two bodyguards tackled them to the ground.They were dragged back by their collars, kicking and sobbing, dumped at Domenico’s feet like sacks of garbage.The remaining passengers, witnessing this, were terrified.They surged toward Marta, voices pleading.“Ma’am, please, tell your husband to let us go! Our families…”“We have nothing to do with this! It’s the holidays, have some mercy!”Watching them beg Marta, I was hit by a wave of bitter clarity.These were the same people who had watched silently, some even smirking, as Cassio bullied her on the plane.The human heart truly was the mo

Chapter 8

When Marta talked about securing my future, I thought it was just kind words.But I agreed to her proposal.I’d been on my own for so long. My own parents had always favored my brother.Marta was the first person in recent memory to show me such fierce, protective kindness.The worry in her eyes when she looked at my injury… it was something I’d only seen in movies, a mother’s look.Seeing me agree, Marta beamed.She pulled me into a tight, careful hug, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.“Serena, Domenico and I… we grew up with nothing. No family. We have no children. From today, you are our family. Our only family. I swear to you, I will keep my promise.”I didn’t fully understand her promise until the car passed through ornate iron gates and wound through a sprawling, hilltop estate in the exclusive outskirts of the city.Marta pointed to a magnificent Mediterranean-style villa near the entrance.“See that one, sister? This whole enclave is Accardo property. That one, by the gate

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